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Thursday, July 19, 2007
i'm not assuming or anything, but you know when you know. we had a hard time understanding each other because of the language barrier, he knew english but it's not his best language. but then he freaked me out the very first time we met--he had this really big shades on i don't know where he's really looking at, and his face where so close to mine. things got worse later on, he always sat next to me and treated me out. he told a friend of mine he liked 'the tall one', which my friend later warned, 'watch out, or a black honda civic will run you over!'
♥ Blissed Lover ;
rachel anne arandilla
seventeen
ahh the beauty of holiday
and its ability to shrink your brain to
nothingness